Title: VIRTUALLY REAL
Written by: Jazzy
Paring: Beckett/McKay
Summary: Slight Slash, McBeck. What happens when you can't deal with your grief? Instead you turn to Virtual reality and it becomes your World.
Angst, m/m romance, h/c, grieving
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McKay couldn't deal with it. Carson was the only one he trusted. Carson always knew what he needed. Even when he was being overly ridiculously sensitive, and phobic, with his Hypochondria going into overactive overdrive Carson always took care of him. What was he going to do without Carson?
He though he might build a time machine and avert the disaster that had taken Carson Beckett from him and from the rest of the Atlantis crew.
Virtual Reality was good for something. It was less destructive than a time machine or playing around with the fabric of the universe and possibly causing a disaster that would be unavoidable.
It was easy to make changes here and there in the matrix. It was easy to create a parallel universe in the computer. McKay felt good about his creation. It felt real. It even interacted with him like the real Beckett would.
It was easy to lose himself in the virtual world with Carson there taking care of him. It was easy to pretend the outside world didn't exist. It was easy to make the pain stop when he played mind games on himself and lived the Virtual Reality City he'd created.
McKay began to play in the game more and more, began to download all that he could, every memory every sensation everything of Carson he could remember and that Atlantis the city could remember. Carson lived in the game now and McKay was there with him more and more often.
Carson always asked him how his day was. Asked him if he had any injuries he could make better. Carson lived and breathed and felt and was Carson alive again in the machine, as a part of Atlantis. McKay was reluctant to leave the virtual reality world. He loved Carson. He liked pretending Carson was still alive.
He Didn't like the cold cruel real world and Carson smiled kindly at him. Fussed over him and generally really cared about him, his feelings, his physical and mental well being, just like before. And it made the loss nonexistent. Because Carson was alive.
Alive in the city, in Virtual Reality.
He was virtually real.
TBC/ Maybe?